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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.