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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players 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 disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.