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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
UT,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.