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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.