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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Fear,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.