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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.