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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.