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 Jordan and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.