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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
UT,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.