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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
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.