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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.