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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.