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 New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.