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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.