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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.