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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Index,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.