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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Monks,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.