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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.