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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.