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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.