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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Victims,
Main Source,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.