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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.