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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.