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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.