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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.