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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.