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 Albania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.