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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.