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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.