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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.