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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.