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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.