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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.