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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.