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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.