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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.