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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.