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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.