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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.