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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.