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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.