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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.