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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.