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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.