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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
CMW,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.