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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.