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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.