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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.