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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.