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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Pole,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.