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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.