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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.