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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.