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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 ABC to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Can,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.