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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.