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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.