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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.