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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.