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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Brick,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.