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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.