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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
10cc,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.