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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.