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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.