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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.