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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Black Pus,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.