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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.