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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Brick,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.