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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.