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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.