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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.