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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.