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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.