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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.