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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
New Order,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.