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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.