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 Angola and from Manila.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.