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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.