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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Amazonics,
the Association,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.