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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.