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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.