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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.