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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.