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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.