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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Stooges 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.