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 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.