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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.