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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.