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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.