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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Index,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.