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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.