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 Angola 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.