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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.