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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.