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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.