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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.