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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.