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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.