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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.