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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.