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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.