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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.