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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.