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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.