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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.