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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Fear,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.