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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.