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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.