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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Martian to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.