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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.