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 Austria and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.