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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.