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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.