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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.