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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.