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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.