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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.