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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.