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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.