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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.