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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.