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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.