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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.