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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.