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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.