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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.