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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.