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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.