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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.