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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.