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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.