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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.