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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.