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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.