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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Nico,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.