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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.