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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.