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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.