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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.