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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.