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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 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 Second Layer 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.