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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.