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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.