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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Visage,
Ten City,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.