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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.