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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.