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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.