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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.