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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.