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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.