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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.