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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.