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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.