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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.