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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Gong,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.