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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.