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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.