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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Cluster,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.