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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Chrome,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.