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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.