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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.