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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.