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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.