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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
cv313,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
UT,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.