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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.