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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.