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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.