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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fad Gadget 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.