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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.