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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.