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 Cairo.
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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Slave,
ABC,
Rapeman,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.