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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.