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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.