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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.