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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.