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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lucky Dragons 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.