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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
UT,
the Association,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.