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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Association,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.