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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.