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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.