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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.