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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
UT,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.