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 Qatar and from London.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.