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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.