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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Jandek,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.