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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Television,
UT,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.