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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Skriet,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.