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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.