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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Can,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.