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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.