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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.