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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.