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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Index,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.