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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.