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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.