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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
X-101,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.