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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.