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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.