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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.