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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.