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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
UT,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.