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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.