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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.