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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.