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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.