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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.