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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.