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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.