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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Smog,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.