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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.