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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.