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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.