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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.