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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Newcleus,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.