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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.