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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.