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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.