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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Cluster,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.