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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
UT,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.