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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.