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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
JFA,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.