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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.