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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.