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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Buckinghams,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.