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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
The Litter,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.