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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Human League to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Scientists,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.