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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 New Order to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Index,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.