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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Wire,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.