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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.