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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.