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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.