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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.