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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.