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 Australia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.