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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.