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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.