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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
X-102,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.