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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.