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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.