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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.