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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.