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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.