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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.