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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.