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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.