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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.