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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.