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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.