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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.