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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.