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 Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.