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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.