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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.