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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.