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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.