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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
New Order,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.