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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.