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 Belize 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
UT,
Television,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.