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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.