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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.