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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.