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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.