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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
The Move,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.