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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.