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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Associates 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
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.