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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.