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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.