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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.