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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.