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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ronan,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.