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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.