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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Swans to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.