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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Yaz,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.