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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.