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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Japan,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.