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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.