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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.