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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.