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 India and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.