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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.