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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.