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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.