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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.