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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.