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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.