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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Magma,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.