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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.