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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.