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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Darondo,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.