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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.