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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.