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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.