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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.