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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.