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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.