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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Intrusion 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.