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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.