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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.