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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Litter,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.