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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.