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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.