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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Joyce Sims 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Roxette,
MDC,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.