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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.