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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.