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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.