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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Standells,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.