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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.