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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Nico to the crunk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.