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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.