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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.