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 Angola and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.