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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.