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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.