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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.