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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.