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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Wings,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.