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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Can,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.