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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.