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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Television,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.