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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.