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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
The Standells,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.