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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.