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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.