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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.