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 Maldives and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.