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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.