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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Cameo,
PIL,
MDC,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.