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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.