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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Suicide,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.