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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.