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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.