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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.