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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.