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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.