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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.