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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.