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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.