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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.