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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.