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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.