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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crime to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.