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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.