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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.