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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.