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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.