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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wells. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.