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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Can,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.