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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.