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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Index,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.