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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.