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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.