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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.