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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.