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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.