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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.