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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.