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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
The Gories,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.