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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.