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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.