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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.