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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.