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 United States and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.