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 Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Faust,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
10cc,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.