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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.