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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.