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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.