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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.