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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.