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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.