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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.