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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.