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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.