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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.