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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
X-101,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.