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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.