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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.