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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.