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 France and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.