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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Associates to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.