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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.