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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.