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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.