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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.