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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Monks,
Franke,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.