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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.