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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Erasure,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.