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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.