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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.