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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.