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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.