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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Crime,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.