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 Guyana 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 Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.