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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.