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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.