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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.