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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.