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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.