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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.