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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.