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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Index,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.