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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.