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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Ten City,
Roxette,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.