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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.