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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.