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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.