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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.