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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
PIL,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.