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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Index,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.