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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.