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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.