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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Index,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.