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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.