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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.