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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.