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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Cluster,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.