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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.