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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.