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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.