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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.