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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.