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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.