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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.