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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.