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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.