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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.