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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.