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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.