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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.