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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.