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 Chad and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.