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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.