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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Monks,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.