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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.