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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.