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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.