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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.