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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.