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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.