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 Spain and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.