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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.