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 Brunei 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.