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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.