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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.