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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.