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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.