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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.