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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.