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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.