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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.