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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.