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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.