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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.