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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.