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 Mali 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.