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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.