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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.