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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Visage,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.