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 New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.