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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.