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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.