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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Ronan,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.