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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.