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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.