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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 New York and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Crime,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Wings,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.