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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.