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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.