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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.