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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Fear,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Magma,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.