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 Greece and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.