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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.