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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Television,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Index,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.