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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.