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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Cure to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.