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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.