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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.