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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Organ,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.