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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.