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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.