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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.