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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.