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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
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.