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 Cameroon 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.