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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.