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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.