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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.