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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.