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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.