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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.