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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.