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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.