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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.