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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Pole,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Fear,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.