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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.