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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Television,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.