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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.