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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.