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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.