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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Whodini,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.