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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 808 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Wire,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.