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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.