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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
The Move,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.