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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.