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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.