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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
The Move,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.