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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.