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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.