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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.