Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.