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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
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.