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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.