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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.