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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.