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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.